its come to this and i cant come up to you
  flip the tables and through the windows let the bottles
  break and the the blood hit the lawn, because im not able
  to walk the line between your wherever and your fucking whens
  (I CAN SMELL THE SIN ON YOU)
  I'll spill guts to gnaw and slide so sister sleep tight
  and since you dont need me you can say i was never here.